lamb skewers

FOUR.

              

           "HOSEOK, HONEY, WHY ON EARTH DO WE NEED TO BLEACH OUR HAIR?" Namjoon interrogates as the said man busied himself with the money for the necessary bleaching. The two strutted down the busy streets of Seoul, and hence entered the designated salon as said by Waze.

"We can't let Yoongi know that we're spying on him and his date. Besides, it's been years since he's been in one! This'll be new!" Hoseok beams at Namjoon, balling his fists in excitement whilst the man settled him towards one of the chairs after he paid.

Not only is he the gossip of the town, Namjoon thought to himself, shaking his head fondly at the younger, but he's the gossip himself.

"Give me an orange shade, please. And give that man a dark green shade." Hoseok closes the dye book and lets Namjoon sit down right beside him. The two end up plotting and discussing ways on how to stalk on their best friend's date without having to look so obvious about it.

           "THOSE TWO ARE BEING TOO OBVIOUS." Yoongi groans in exhaustion, pinching the bridge of his nose as he found his two friends sitting just tables away from him, masks and shades on as the intently sip their drinks, definitely looking elsewhere.

"I can say the same." Jungkook pouts, eyeing the two hooligans he calls his "hyungs" as they make kissing faces at him. Taehyung's back was faced, his hands roaming around his shoulders and his head bobbing around made him look like he was kissing someone, while Jimin's was just plain french kissing.

They are such an embarrassment. Yoongi and Jungkook scowled to themselves before giving their respective friends one good glare.

"Anyway," Jungkook coughs, and takes one long sip of his four seasons flavored shake. Yoongi found this observed information quite amusing, considering the fact that this is indeed a café and yet Jungkook ordered a tropical shake and not coffee.

It was indeed a long, awkward silence after Jungkook's friends began to frolic away from the two. Jungkook still had no idea why the famous owner of Kokebab took him out for coffee, and Yoongi still had no idea why his friends began arguing silently from behind.

"Excuse me, um," Yoongi's attention was drawn back by Jungkook's, as his eyes met big, innocent ones that had questions that needed some answering. "I don't mean to be rude, but why are we here again? What sort of significance am I in your life? What had you completely enraptured by my beauty—sorry, that was a given."

Yoongi smirks at this, shaking his head as he rolls his eyes. Another thing that he notes about him is how he could possibly, just possibly, produce some good enough lyrics like him. "I see you have a good way of using your words. Do you write, Jeongguk?"

The younger stops sipping from his drink, and eyes Yoongi with wide eyes. His mouth is slightly parted, and his eyebrows suddenly furrowed at the call of his name. "Wait, how do know my name?"

"I hear your friends call you that a lot, so shouldn't I? It is the polite way of speaking, anyway. I'm not talking to a thing, I'm talking to a human."

Jungkook leaned backwards, amazement plastered on his features. He ran his hand through his hair, giving out a small scoff before turning back to his acquaintance. "Look at that sense of realism. I'll buy it."

His acquaintance only responds with a small, agreeable nod. Almost cocky, even. Jungkook still sips his drink, yet he was now thankful that this awful tension was leading somewhere better. "To answer your question: I do write occasionally, but it's not that much of a hobby. And, call me Jungkook, not Jeongguk. I feel more at ease with that nickname."

The black-haired male makes a small 'o' in his mouth, before slowly nodding. "Noted." He spreads a small smile before it was his turn to slowly sip on his latte.
After three seconds, the awkward silence falls back to place. The silence was loud, but the small bickers of the two men Yoongi calls his friends behind them was louder.

"Don't lie to me, Joon, I see it!"

"No, Hoseok. We're done for. Yoongi knows we're here. I think it's best we just go back to the restaurant. Besides, Yoongi won't know that we're eating the lamb skewers anyway."

"It's either the goddamn lamb skewers, or me, Namjoon. Take your pick."

"You...are completely ridiculous. Lamb skewers, of course!"

"Oh no, he isn't." Yoongi creates a balled fist as he grits his teeth, not believing the conversation he was overhearing. Well, so much for having both of their hairs bleached.

"So," Yoongi drums his fingers on the polished wooden table, "what else do you want to bring up?" He inhales a short breath and releases it, thankful that Namjoon had left for the skewers, including Hoseok who had to follow by.

"How about we go somewhere else?" Jungkook suddenly perks from his drink. "I'm sure the the company around here are becoming uncomfortable for us." He wipes the four-seasoned stain on the corner of his lips, and stands.

"Yes please." Yoongi nods desperately, almost immediately standing up and throwing in some cents on the table. "Where do you plan to go?"

The younger male gives it a thought before he smiles bashfully, all whites showing from his bunny teeth as he scratches the back of his head. "I'm a little hungry, so I want some lamb skewers."

You have got to be fucking kidding me.